Mildred Pierce: You look down on me because I work for a living, don't you? You always have. All right, I work. I cook food and se...ll it and make a profit on it, which, I might point out, you're not too proud to share with me.Monte Beragon: Yes, I take money from you, Mildred. But not enough to make me like kitchens or cooks. They smell of grease.Mildred Pierce: I don't notice you shrinking away from a fifty- dollar bill because it smells of grease.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Mildred Pierce: And just what do you do, Mr. Beragon?Monte Beragon: I loaf. Oh, in a decorative and highly charming manner.<...br />Mildred Pierce: Is that all?Monte Beragon: With me, loafing is a science.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Monte Beragon: When I'm close to you like this, there's a sound in the air like the beating of wings. Do you know what that is?... />Mildred Pierce: No, what?Monte Beragon: My heart, beating like a schoolboy's.Mildred Pierce: Is it? I thought it was mine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Undershaft: Alcohol is a very necessary article. It heals the sick--Barbara: It does nothing of the sort. Undershaft: Well, it ass...ists the doctor: that is perhaps a less questionable way of putting it. It makes life bearable to millions of people who could not endure their existence if they were quite sober. It enables Parliament to do things at eleven at night that no sane person would do at eleven in the morning.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »